Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you thought
I was change my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It like this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like before

Pimp slaps, makin'
Cold money and Too $hort raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't none

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and ain't really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch playin' Too rhymes

If you ask me, what all about, I'll say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Ronald Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you doin' in the House
If not sellin' cocaine?
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that
Like one night, she came to my house, and gave me a job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

What is life? Life is Too
I play the bitches it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the just like y'all
Like Dr. J played

You can call me Too, say it twice
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck your
You see I'm not proper, I'm rarely
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote rhyme for you
You not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I live till next week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, tryin' to my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out droppin' dead like flies
I used to see a home boy five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

Cold as hell, the town I'm
Won't too long when you're fakin' the funk
I'm the rapper, so unique
my hand when I want my freak

You deny it, you know I'm right
I any rapper out when I'm on the mic
And I won't back, or relax
Till he I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he knows Too $hort, set the
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker can't straight game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to that rap, you can scratch that junk
You punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I ever a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause you'll be
Lookin' so far up, you fall down
Gettin' clowned by the hound east Oaktown

And the look in your face when you're lickin' tooth
Could make a grown man die, at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simple

I never understood one you said
But you're swearin' up and down that you're killin' 'em
There's one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the of players, just call me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see happens

mind is gone, your crew just cut
Sucker MC I'll tell you
Your are weak, your rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' than a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't waste my

There's a girl I know her name is
to the head just rock it steady
She's so she'll juice you up
All the home boys just can't get

She's a Ph.D., don't stop
In the back that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of girl that make your knees go

the beat, rock with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, cold

Hey baby, I got this
It's not stop till the end of time
Like rock and roll I'll play that
To the all day and all night long

So liten up, to what I'm
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I ain't
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

If you can't get out and mad as hell
Say bitch, now it sound for real
I'ma shit up, if I get the chance
I could give a fuck less if you're don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was and raised in the Golden State

me T O O, if you say $hort
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me

out my style, baby I don't quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure fake

But the sucker MC's are loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut your
How can you talk about me, and call me
When your father smokes and you mother's a freak

So I keep on rappin', if else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, a MC right
Ain't sayin' nothin' but he's the mic
with me, and boy you're doomed
I send a trick with a hoe to the room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you heard
So fresh again cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you punk 'cause you still rap

Cusswords, let 'em know
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you shithead bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
out my style